I joked with my friends in the past, saying i’d never let a guy steal my heart. I met you & all that shit changed. You stole my heart, broke it, repaired it, stole it again & now, your taking it with you where ever your deciding to leave off to again. If i don’t have a heart, then i can’t feel anymore pain. If you have my heart, i won’t have to worry about anybody else stealing it, or breaking it. So keep it, i don’t want to feel anything. I don’t want to keep knowing the pain of saying goodbye.
Fuck Love? No, fuck the person who made you feel that way.
Everyone goes through heartbreaks, but in the end, it’s worth it. You find the person who is going to be their to repair your broken heart, time after time. Someone who can be their for you’re tough times. So, don’t let go of love. Let go of the person who made you want to let go of love.